It is hard to judge just how long I have been meaning to get to St Enodoc. It could be fifteen years, or twenty even; an unexplained desire that just won’t go away. But of late, the sort of people who I’ve come to know through writing, and while exploring golf’s rich tapestry - the people on my wavelength; another theme for some other Sunday there - have started to mention it, and I finally find a way to make this pilgrimage, at long last.
Marvelous